Back at the station, I find Tyler waiting for me with a big smile on his face.
"What are you smiling at?"
"Nothing."
"I know that smile."
"I'm just happy."
"You are more than just happy."
"I don't have a deputy anymore."
"So you have told me."
"It is only us here."
"So I have noticed."
"Since you going to be my new deputy, you need to be sworn in."
"I told you I know that smile."
"I will lock the door."
"We both know you are lying."
"And I have a bed in my office now,"
"Why the fuck do you have a bed in your office."
"There were some nights I could not drive home."
"Yes, so I have been told."
"Fuck. Sandra needs
Today is my day. Today is the day that fairytales are made of. Today is the day that dreams are made of. I have been planning for this day for months. I have dreamt of this day for weeks. Today is a new beginning. Today is the beginning of the rest of my life Today is my wedding day. My name is Jenna Davis. Today I am marrying the love of my life. Tyler Moore. Standing at the edge of the carpet that leads to the alter, I am gripped with the same feelings I felt when I decided to abandon my husband to be a year and a half ago. I have before experienced excitement and yet been more terrified at the same time as I do now This time I am sure, this time I want to marry the man waiting at the altar for me. Everything else except Tyler and me has now seized to exist, for, in less than a few minutes, my fairy tale will come true.
This is it, Jenna… You can do this… I have been planning for this day for months; I have been waiting for this day for years. This is the day that dreams are made of. It should be the happiest day of my life. I have dressed for the part, a classic princess dress with a modern twist, a beaded lace bodice with a thin beaded belt, a dreamy and voluminous tulle skirt that gorgeously flares out underneath. My porcelain skin is composed to perfection, and my hair is tucked neatly into place. And to finish off, a pair of stilettos that hug my feet and glimmers as it shines. This is my wedding day. But as I stare at myself in the full-length mirror, there is a growing awareness that something is not right. This is more than just the wedding jitters, more than just cold feet. Every part of my being tells me that I do not want to do this; I do not want to walk down the aisle and marry the man waiting f
Staring back at me is the most devilishly handsome man I have ever seen in my life. The deepest brown of brown eyes is piercing right into my soul, making my legs go weak in an instant. That cocky smile that is creeping around the corners of his mouth is nearly enough to send sensations of pleasure throughout my body, waking feelings that I have not felt for so long now. This handsome stranger is driving my body crazy by just that simple look.His perfect messed up brown hair is slightly blowing in the late afternoon breeze, and with that, the scent of his cologne attacks my senses, softwood and a hint of spice. If I have never seen a god, then there is one that is clearly standing over me.And the minute he speaks, I feel that I have died and gone to heaven, "You are in the middle of nowhere; there is not much creeping I can do.""What are you doing out in the middle of nowhere scaring helpless woman anyway?" My w
This is just wonderful. There is only one clothing store in this town, calling it a clothing store is even too kind. It is like something out of a Farmville movie. There is absolutely no way I am wearing these rags. Whoever designed these things should be fired. I won't even go as far as call them designed.I am seriously starting to doubt my brilliant idea to stay in this town; they will most certainly only have one of every other kind of store. Even worse, they will be joint stores, a pharmacy in a grocery store, a beauty salon in a barber. I am still struggling to say the darn place's name.This is an absolute nightmare.Now I am standing here with Clara, trying to convince me that this is my only option. "Jenna, there is really no other choice; you will have to wear these."Well, she has something coming, for she has no idea how stubborn I can be. 'I don't have to if I don't want to.""Are you going to carry on wearing that dress?" she asks me
Half an hour later, we in his truck on the way to the town that has the mall. It is very kind of him to take me, especially it being so far. Brendan would have never done anything so nice for me. He only cared about his increasingly boring job; that is probably why he was so boring himself.Tyler is a very good looking man; I think good looking is too subtle; he is as hot as hell. He has the most incredible brown eyes, a perfectly chiseled jaw; his lips seem soft. You can see his sculpted arms and chest through his tight shirt. He is a perfect specimen of a man.And, of course, I have stared at him for far too long as he has noticed. "You are looking at me like I am desert."I shyly look away and look outside the window. "I am not.""Where are you looking at then?"“Outside the window."He chuckles at me, and oh my, how damn hot that sounds, even his voice seems hotter than before. "Does my lips look like a window?""No," I say
After a few failed attempts to keep his hands off me, we find ourselves half-hour later back on the road. That was amazing; it is the second craziest thing I have done in two days. I have never kissed another man before; Brendan was my first and my only. Tyler made my body tingle and my knees weak. He seems like a man that knows what he wants, and I want to be the woman that he wants.The first few minutes of the trip are in silence; he, too, must be twirling the heated kisses over and over in his mind. Finally, I guess more out of trying not to cause himself any more frustration; he breaks the silence."So what is this deal with the wedding dress?""Nothing really, I just forgot to grab my overnight back when I left.""Must say it is a nice dress.""Pity I am never going to use it for what it really is intended."I watch as he hesitates for a few moments, not sure if he should ask, but he does anyway."Why did you do it?""Do
It's my third day in this forsaken town. Three days ago, I ran away from my life; I ran away from Brendan, my would have been future husband. He has been calling nonstop, day and night, hour to hour, minute to minute. I have not answered his calls or responded to his messages. I know it is a conversation I need to have with him, just not right now.I can see why these people want to live here; it is dead. The town is dead. It is just as dead as this piece of bacon in front of me. Not only do they have terrible taste in clothes, they clearly can't cook either. I can knock the cat sitting at the door completely unconscious with this thing. Let me not even start with this egg, if you can even call it that. This is the worst breakfast I have ever had in my life.“I don't think you can stab that thing anymore dead than it already is.”I nearly drop over backward off my chair as he comes from behind me, “Fuck. Where did you come from?”&
We turn up a dirt gravel road; there is nothing as far as the eyes can see, we stay on the road for another ten minutes. When we come around a turn, then I see it, the most beautiful house I have ever seen. It's not made from bricks or stone; it is from different kinds of wood. The windows are big, they are open, more windows than walls. It is surrounded by green grass all over, colorful white flowers everywhere, there is a pond with giant fish. Trees are surrounding the house for miles and miles."Is this where you stay? It is amazing.""The other small house is at the back of it. If you are going to stay in town, you can stay there.""Thank you; you really have been nice to me."He gets that damn sexy smile on his face, and I swear my knees give in all over again. With a husky voice, he speaks, "It is hard not to be nice to you."The tone of his voice vibrates over my skin. I take two swallow breaths and exhale. In a whimper, I speak to avoid my
Today is my day. Today is the day that fairytales are made of. Today is the day that dreams are made of. I have been planning for this day for months. I have dreamt of this day for weeks. Today is a new beginning. Today is the beginning of the rest of my life Today is my wedding day. My name is Jenna Davis. Today I am marrying the love of my life. Tyler Moore. Standing at the edge of the carpet that leads to the alter, I am gripped with the same feelings I felt when I decided to abandon my husband to be a year and a half ago. I have before experienced excitement and yet been more terrified at the same time as I do now This time I am sure, this time I want to marry the man waiting at the altar for me. Everything else except Tyler and me has now seized to exist, for, in less than a few minutes, my fairy tale will come true.
Back at the station, I find Tyler waiting for me with a big smile on his face."What are you smiling at?""Nothing.""I know that smile.""I'm just happy.""You are more than just happy.""I don't have a deputy anymore.""So you have told me.""It is only us here.""So I have noticed.""Since you going to be my new deputy, you need to be sworn in.""I told you I know that smile.""I will lock the door.""We both know you are lying.""And I have a bed in my office now,""Why the fuck do you have a bed in your office.""There were some nights I could not drive home.""Yes, so I have been told.""Fuck. Sandra needs
For almost a year, I have been stuck in moments. Most of these moments were moments that changed my life. All because I decided to become a runaway bride.I got stuck on the side of a godforsaken road.I got rescued by an incredibly hot as fuck stranger.I kissed the incredibly hot as fuck stranger.I fucked the incredibly hot as fuck stranger.I had sex with the incredibly hot as fuck stranger.I made love to the incredibly hot as fuck as a stranger.And then he was not the stranger anymore; he was Tyler.Tyler, the man I fell in love with.Tyler, the man I shared a bed with.Tyler, my lover.Tyler, my p
Long after the sun has set, we sit in silence. There are so many thoughts that are going through my mind. How so many things could have been different if I did not start my thing with Luke. I should have known better, but yet I was foolish and immature.I have not only ruined my own life but this man that is sitting next to me. Sandra is right, he is still a mess. He has always been bad at hiding things."When are you leaving again?""Tomorrow morning once everything is loaded.""Your car has been towed to town.""Thanks. I will let the truck drop me off there once we on the road.""I can drop you off, but then it means I am going to have to stay here tonight.""There is a problem with that.""What is that?""There is only one bed. The other one is on the truck.""I will sleep on the couch.""The couch is on the truck.""For fuck sakes.There was a time in our relationship that we would jump t
With that, I climb into the truck before I start pissing my eyes out. Tyler follows, and we get back on the road"So you really have not been speaking to Luke?""The last time I spoke to him was the day I left.""Why did you not go to him?""He
It is nearly six months since the day that I had to leave Tyler. Luke still has not stopped phoning me. I want to answer just to tell him to stop, but that would be like giving into him. I do have another problem, in any case."Hey, girl.""Hey Sandra""How are you doing?""I am nervous.""I promise you that I will make sure that you do not bump into either one of them.""But Luke is going to see the truck.""Don't worry; I will make something up.""Okay, then. I am leaving in a few minutes.""Fantastic; I can't wait to see you again."I really hope that I won't regret this.I sold my place by Luke; I want all the furniture that Tyler made for me, and only I know what needs to be loaded on that truck that is coming to my ranch. So I am once again making my
It's been a month now that I am in my own place. It is not in the city; it is outside in the country, far away from all the craziness. My closest neighbor is miles away. The only time I get in contact with another person is when I go to the grocery store every week. I prefer being all by myself in nature every day. Guess that is Tyler that made me crave life this wayI still speak to Sandra every day. Guess it's my way to catch up on the gossip around town. It is not like anything is interesting going on around here"Hey, Sandra.""Hey, girl. How is life on the ranch?""I finally learned how to ride a horse.""I know of someone that would be proud of you.""How are things there?""Michael left town yesterday.""Shit, I am sorry.""I am glad he did. That whore is already circling her next prey."
...Tyler POV...Jenna is tormenting my dreams. I cannot stop thinking about her, I know that I should be so mad at her but she still captivates me. The desire to have her in my arms and ease the pain away lays so deep within me.So as with so of these endless nights now I fall asleep with tears drying out my now red eyes. As I close my eyes I see, her. I see her step through my bedroom door.The moment she step through the bedroom door, it is as if passion and lust collide. Without any urging, she removes every part of cloth that is covering the parts of my body that she so desires. I make absolute haste in ripping her clothes off, which hinders me from what I am going to take.I reach my hand to her chin and look into her eyes. Her tender blue eyes are like bottomless pools, pleading and hesitant. Her eyes telling me all I need to know, she wants me, and she will have me in any way that she can."I have missed you," I softly whisper in her ear.
...Tyler POV...As I see her drive out the driveway, the tears that have been threatening to consume my eyes and edge their way down my face come rolling with such great force. The raging anger that is suffocating every corner of my body lets loose like a beast. As far as my feet take me into the room, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the wall. The very bed that we made love on is torn to shreds until there is nothing but small pieces of fabric scattered over the floor. The chair she sat on where she so elegantly took those red stilettos off, finds its way through the window, glass shattering into fragments of nothing. I ram my fist with a hatred so raw in the mirror where she watched her reflection, hundreds of pieces cutting at the skin of my hand.I lay complete destruction to everything that is and was a part of her until I can say that for now, for this minute, I shall be rid of any thought of her. And when she